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Father's Call First Time

...Believe me, the call that had been a dream was now able to hear directly....

...~Thunder Syakir Alhusyn...

...🌴🌴🌴...

Finally after a long time, now the eyes that are usually open with many wounds, problems and minds are now able to open calmly. Every nightmare that always looms over him, past events that always remind him as if getting a cure that works. 

Today, he could stretch both his hands up. Wiggling his body as if the heavy burden within him was slightly treated. Getting the green light from his beloved biological father, getting the cooperation of a man who becomes his rival like the moodboster himself the best. 

It was as if the spirit trigger within him was getting higher. He was even too enthusiastic until the sun that had yet to appear had already awakened him. In spirit, Syakir quickly walked towards the kitchen after washing his face.

He wanted to make breakfast for his son. Yes, this morning the schedule is to take Humaira to campus and take her first child to play. With enthusiasm, Syakir who used to be independent, lived alone in this house, with the skill to move to and fro.

He will prepare his own two-handed homemade fried rice for Jay. He would cook special with all the love he had.

"Done," said Syakir after arranging fried rice with eggs in the lunch box that he had prepared for his two favorites.

His smile was endlessly shining as the food he was decorating gave off such a fragrant and tantalizing aroma. Syakir wishes that Humaira and Jay would love to cook. 

"Better I get ready now!" syakir said with a passionate spirit.

...🌴🌴🌴...

The clock needle keeps turning according to its axis. Sunlight is certainly getting out and warming the earth's population. As if to realize them that this is not the time to laze anymore.

They return to their daily activities. School, college, work and others. This also happened at the home of Papa Hermansyah's family.

This morning, Humaira woke up bad. It seemed like the effects of taking medicine from the doctor and also his exhausted self made him not hear the alarm he had set.

In a hurry, the mother of one child got off the bed. The wall clock was already showing at half-seven in the morning and he had a lecture schedule of half-eight less.

Totally bonkers. But anyway, he has to be ready. Immediately, Humaira rushed out of her room. He wanted to see his son who was not in the room.

Humai wanted to bathe his son before he got ready for college. That is what became one of Humaira's activities so as not to bother the parents or caregivers of his son. 

She will take care of her own child, from waking Jay up, to bathing and dressing her clothes before she leaves for college if her schedule is early in the morning. However, now the problem was that he woke up too late.

So want to know, he wants to check on his son first. 

"Jay.Jay!" call Humai in his pajamas and messy hair.

Humaira looked around. Until the giggling sound on the porch makes it out immediately.

"Come here. Out!" jay said that she was playing cat from Jeno. "Mother!" 

Jay moved from his seat. He ran towards Humai and hugged both of his legs tightly. There was no change in her son. Nothing has changed and been different.

Jay's still the same. Cheerful and active. Even according to Humai, this time Jay looks more excited.

"Aren't you going to college, son?" ask Mama Emili who was there.

"Lecture, Ma. I'm sorry Humai woke up so late" Humai said as he realized his son had taken a bath and was dressed.

"Sir papa. Jay also said you slept comfortably. So Mama took Jay's bath first" said Mama Emili replied. "You better take a shower now." 

Humaira nodded. Slowly he looked at his son who started to let go of the hugs on his legs.

"Mom shower first huh?" pamit Humai to Jay.

"Yes, Mom. Jay wait here!" 

Humaira finally came back in. He had to shower and prepare before he was late.

...🌴🌴🌴...

The car that brought him the toy bag yesterday. The boy's heart seemed to be racing. He suddenly stood like a statue when the vehicle stopped right in front of him. It was only a few meters away from him standing up now. 

Before long, there appeared the figure of the man who came out with his warm smile. In his hand he also holds a brown paper bag.

"Assalamualaikum," said Syakir while kissing the back of his ex-wife's biological mother's hand.

"Waalaikumsalam, son," said Mama Emili looking at Syakir with a friendly smile.

"Hi, champ," said Syakir while aligning his body.

The father and son faced each other. There was a longing look in Jay's eyes. The little boy seemed to want to say something that had been stored in his heart. 

Syakir extended his hand. As if he invited Jay to bertos ria ala man. However, instead of accepting, Jay was still silent while looking at Syakir's face. 

That certainly makes Syakir worried. She slowly ventured to touch her son's head and stroked him gently. 

"Jay why?" ask Syakir slowly. 

The boy tried to accept a hand that felt different. There was a sense of wanting to run hugging Syakir. There was a feeling of everything that was stirring in his heart. 

"Is Jay sick?" 

"Dad," Jay said for the first time.

Those words, words that have been a dream are now real. Even Syakir's body stiffened. 

He feels like a dream. But he believes this is real. Syakir's eyes stared at Jay. He was teary to feel compelled at the same time happy.

"Say one more time, son?" pinta Syakir after his consciousness returned.

"Dad Syakir," called Jay again, which made Syakir unable to hold back his tears.

He doesn't care if Jay knows where he's from but what matters now. His son knows who he really is.

"Dad." 

"Yes. It's Dad, son. It's Dad!" syakir answered and hugged Jay tightly.

No one can hold back the sadness there. Mama Emili who was the witness samoi just closed her mouth holding a strong sobbing.

He did not expect the end after so long, the son and father could greet each other. Clutching each other, meeting each other and staring. A destiny that no one knows will end.

Everything seems mysterious. However, this becomes a definite step from the relationship of Syakir and his son. 

"Dad. Jay misses, Dad," Jay whispered as he hugged Syakir's neck tightly.

The two men with faces so twinned were pouring out their longing for each other. Both of them enjoyed this warm embrace so much that they did not realize that there was a woman standing near the door leading to the terrace. 

His face was filled with tears. It was as if he also felt the longing and happiness of the father and son.

"I'm sorry, son. I promise I won't keep Jay away from Dad but for both of us in the past. May you never know and never see." 

~Connected

I'm going to netes too huh.

Sorry just updated well. I fell asleep this afternoon from work, so I just finished picking